He looks the whole world in the face for he owes not any man.
The men that women marry, And why they marry them, will always be A marvel and a mystery to the world.
Whatever poet, orator, or sage may say of it, old age is still old age.
Silence and solitude, the soul's best friends.
The human voice is the organ of the soul.
A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.